The God in the Moon (Age of Conan: Hyborian Adventures: A Soldier's Quest Trilogy, Book 1)
Richard A. Knaak
Language: English
Pages: 196
ISBN: B000KFZENS
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
As a favored son in one of the high families of Aquilonia, Nermesa Klandes wanted for nothing--except glory won by his own hand. Defying his family and casting aside the opulence he was born into, Nermesa joins the Aquilonian army so that he might serve his liege, King Conan.
But Nermesa soon learns there is a great distance between his courageous idealism and the gory battlefields of the Westermarck, where the savage Picts wage unceasing warfare. Through bravery and cunning, Nermesa comes into his own as a warrior and a man. When he kills the Pictish leader, he is hailed as a hero. But he also unleashes an unholy power that will shake the very foundations of the Aquilonian Empire...
below his chin. Somewhere along in his career, his nose had been crushed, and the mender who had reset it had not done the best job. The results added menace to an already fearsome face. Under a single, thick black brow, piercing brown eyes took the measure of the newcomers. Boronius kept his helmet in the crook of his arm, allowing his slightly graying hair to drop free over his shoulders. His armor was weathered but kept polished, and Nermesa noticed that the guards standing nearest also
House Klandes stood proud on his chest. All of them, however wore metal badges affixed to their right shoulders that bore King Conan’s symbols. “A timely reinforcement,” General Boronius finally remarked. He glanced to his left. “Caltero! Take these men and see to settling them in as quickly as possible!” Caltero? Nermesa risked tilting his head to the side just enough to see the knight with whom the general spoke. “Aye, my lord!” With the exception of the newcomers, Caltero was possibly the
came to mind, sir. The trouble seemed outside.” He hesitated. “Did I hear you say—” Nermesa cut him off. “Get the prisoners out and search them and the wagon . . . very carefully!” Atalan had the guards pull Khatak and the rest out. The brigand chieftain continued to smile as he was brought past Nermesa, but his eyes now appraised the Aquilonian differently. Nermesa did not care what Khatak thought at the moment, interested only in the results. The soldiers looked over their captives from top
family, Nermesa. That would be best.” With that, General Pallantides veered off to the palace, the other Black Dragons following close. Nermesa watched the famed soldier vanish into the dimness, then glanced over his shoulder. The remaining Dragons already had the wagon out and were guiding it away from the area of the palace. The Iron Tower loomed close. The trek would not be a long one. Before the hour was ended, Khatak would find himself a resident of the fabled prison. And perhaps then,
by the bedside and gripped Nermesa’s hand. “By god, I thought you were dead, my son! When you did not return after your ride, I feared the worst, and when I heard that Khatak had escaped, I could not but help wonder if there was a connection.” “He wouldn’t leave without me, Father. He wanted to show his followers and the Picts that his totem had power over mine. He intended to have me flayed alive before the headmen of the tribes.” The elder Klandes grimaced. “Never tell your mother that part,